Vegas, baby!

It’s just shy of six months ago that I was lying in bed in the ICU convinced that I would never walk again, convinced that I would never lift my head or turn my neck, convinced that my world would never stop spinning… and yesterday I crossed the finish line of a post-brain-tumor half marathon. With a little gumption and determination, I set a goal as preposterous as running another half marathon, all before I could even walk without a walker. The memories of being so sick are still so raw and burned in my mind. Although I miss the peace and quiet and stillness that tinnitus and vertigo don't allow, I cannot deny that life is good, and I'm spoiled by the kindness of the company I keep. One foot in front of the other, forward motion, whether you’re following a walker or chasing after a finish line… Hmm, what next?!